Gravity Tal Bauer Novels & Stories

[Gale’s POV] The world spins as I begin to slowly regain consciousness. "Oh, you’re finally awake." Tensing, I pry my eyes open and stare at the silver bars in front of me and the man that stands behind them. "You," I growl, attempting to surge forward but stopping when chains tear at my wrists. "Best to calm down." Talon chuckles. "Those are special. They tighten each time the wearer attempts to break free. If you fight too much, you’ll end up losing your hands. "

But for Talia, it felt more like a stage set for her personal tragedy, complete with a spotlight and a dramatic score. She stood at the edge of it all, arms crossed over her chest, her heart fluttering unevenly like a moth caught in a windstorm. Dressed in her dark leather patrol gear, warm and durable, perfect for the cool Wyoming nights, sucked for sudden shifts—she felt out of place. Her red curls were pulled back into ceremonial braids threaded with gold, a tradition passed down from her mother. The fiery strands marked her as the daughter of Elias Graves, the former Beta of Black River. Tall at five-ten, with amber eyes and porcelain skin, she was a beautiful woman. Her wolf, Kaela, mir

When the unknown guttybrew finished their ceremony, they left the room with lingering glances. Ode remained with Sable and Talon. Before I could ask a question, Gaston walked in. He gave Talon a look I didn’t understand but Talon seemed to. “I will be back shortly,” Talon said. He pulled his arms away from me and stood. The energy inside me swelled. Was he stabilizing the power? Whatever he did was also working on my sexual needs because without him, it came roaring back. I moaned.

Regardless, Rey quickly jogged over before having a look at the tombstone… It took him a while, but eventually, Rey replied, “Well… It contains information about this tomb’s owner, Mr. Crawford! From what I’ve gathered, the owner of the tomb goes by Talias Yah, and he was a general in an ancient country called Zanekh… To think that the tomb of such a great general could be found within Mount Dakriont… How stupefying!” Upon hearing that, Gerald immediately knew that they couldn’t touch anything in here. After all, triggering a trap in such a high-profile tomb would surely spell their doom… As he was thinking of that, the corner of Gerald’s eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar symbol o

"Jordan! What are you doing here?" Her eyes darted to his legs, and she gasped, "Your legs... they were paralyzed. How are they okay now?!" Jordan, who had been stone-faced, showed a flicker of reaction at her words. He wedged the torch into a notch on a wooden stump, "I'm surprised you're in the loop about that." A cold laugh escaped Jordan's lips. It looked like the Talon gang had had their fingers in that pie too. This was juicy intel, something he had to pass on to Mr. Bailey pronto. Maybe the Talon gang had even infiltrated the foreign military.

I turned on my camera, pointed it at myself, and shouted, "Grandpa! The sky is already turning red! Look for yourself! If you don't believe me, can't you at least believe what you're seeing—" Before I could finish, a massive flowerpot flew out from the yard and smashed into my head. Pain ripped through me. Blood blurred my vision, everything a wash of red. From inside the yard, Richard cursed at the top of his lungs, as if I were a villain. "How did Talia end up with a liar like you? My family has farmed Bareyard Village for generations! That mountain has always been dormant! Why would it erupt now? Why are you doing this? Screw you!"

He is an act first, question later counterpart. I swigged back the dark liquid, and try to lose myself in the journals of Shayna. Tala’s older sister, the bitch who created the inhibitor chips, and the female I killed at the battle of Riocht. Although, I was starting to think maybe she wasn't so much of a bitch after all as I read her entries. -‘My shithole of a father told me that the bear king of this continent, King Orion, would be visiting. An honored guest.’

But no, he told himself as he eased back reluctantly, he needed to discover if the person who had killed her father was a threat to her safety. “I’ll be waiting, daddy,” she leaned against the doorframe and smiled as she watched him get into his Ute. As Talen put the Ute into reverse, he caught a flash out of the corner of his eye and saw the white wolf rounding the back corner of the house. “Hmm, good boy,” he purred as he reversed out onto the street. “I’ll be back in a few hours.” White wolf… The blonde, Heath Gale, he decided. The red head would be a red-wolf and the dokkalfar would be black furred.

Collin offered as he helped Mary to her feet. “Sounds like a plan. See you guys then.” Kurt nodded as he escorted everyone out. I took the box into the bedroom, trying to quiet and not disturb Talia. However, the little girl was sitting in the center of the bed. Her eyes were glossy like she was in a daze. ‘Bad. Something bad is going on.’ Bastet warned. “KURT!” I shouted, dropping the box and rushing to Talia just as she started to levitate off the bed.

I clenched my jaw to suppress the feeling his words stirred in me. Instead, I looked at the two troopers to see if the one he mentioned was there. They were both cute, and if this were before Logan, I’d have been interested. But now they do nothing for me. “Yes, there is a Trooper Bryant,” I answered. The trooper in question raised an eyebrow at his name and looked at me. “Luna?” he asked in a whisper that I’m pretty sure no one else heard. I blinked. ‘He’s a werewolf.’ Theia kindly pointed out. ‘Duh.’ I internally rolled my eyes.